Yesterday I sang to my body, ethereal companion.
I wanted to love my shadows,
Forget the pity; indulge with compassion.
It was transforming; an epiphany.
I saw, reflected in the mirror,
who I was, hiding there.
Under the moonlight I felt hungry.
“It is too late. Your body is wrong. Stay in my shore”
He gave me the reasons, to ignore.
“You can wait to tomorrow”.
I said, oppressing my stomach again.
And he decided not to sleep, breathing in pain.
I woke up early with the sun, ravenous.
I wanted to bite the world,
I needed to suck a new life; courageous.
It was a hunger of years, sticking
to my bones, lying below
the starved skin caressed yesterday.
I have woke her up.
I was waiting for her to come.
Extreme hunger there you are.
This day my body starts screaming.
For so long ignored, punished, hated,
I am feeling you and choose to react.
The plate doesn’t scare me anymore
My body does. Its suffering does.
I can feel its hidden scars. My body knows.
“Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.” – Nayyirah Waheed